Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:02:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill
Subject: Roman Slave-Boy - Part 2
Roman Slave-Boy - Part 2
by Bill
A pair of donkeys pulled the two-wheeled cart through the
narrow cobblestone streets of Tusculum – a small city of
10,000 residents, located a day's journey from the imperial
city of Rome. The teenager who sat on the cart's bench-seat
reined in the two beasts outside the open door of a tavern.
The establishment was identified by a painted sign
picturing a drinking goblet centered between a bunch of
grapes and a sheaf of wheat, symbolizing the wine and beer
sold within.
"Hey! Tavern-keeper!" called out the cocky 15-year-old,
without moving from his perch. "I'm from the house of
Lucius Flavius Lurco, here to pick up your slave-boy.
Send him out quick; I'm in a hurry!"
In a few moments a middle-aged woman appeared at the door,
wiping her hands on the apron tied around her ample belly.
"What do you mean yelling to me like that from the street,
you impudent slave. I don't care who your master is. I'm
a free-born citizen, and I've half a mind to take that
donkey-whip and flay your pathetic hide with it. And you
best believe I'd get every one of the citizens that are
drinking inside my tavern to strip you naked and hold you
down while I do!"
The lad jumped down off the cart and sank to his knees with
his head bowed. "My sincerest apologies, ma'am," he said,
trying his best to sound sincerely contrite. "You are
right to castigate me, and I beg your forgiveness."
"Well, that's better," she said with a huff, as she
surveyed the teenager. He certainly was a handsome youth,
she thought to herself, and that red hair was something you
didn't often see. "Stand up, then, and I'll fetch the
slave," she said.
"BOY!!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs. "Get your
lazy ass out here, and...."
"Yes, Mistress," came a quiet voice from right behind her.
"I'm ready." The 13-year-old was strikingly attractive,
with dark wavy hair and the swarthy complexion of the
eastern Mediterranean shore. He wore a plain tunic of
coarse wool that came down to mid-thigh.
"Gods! Don't sneak up on me like that!" shouted the woman.
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"And you," she said, turning back to the cart-driver;
"bring him back directly when he is finished his job.
There's more than enough work to do in the tavern, and I
don't relish being short-handed when the late-afternoon
crowd comes in."
"Yes, ma'am. I surely will get him back here directly."
Turning to the younger boy, he said "come on, then; hop up
on the cart, and we'll be off." As the donkey cart pulled
away from the tavern, he said "My name is Britannicus.
People call me Britto."
"I'm Yosef," replied the youngster, and they clasped each
other's right forearm in greeting.
The two set out, without talking, as the cart maneuvered
through the crowded streets. The tavern was located quite
near the main gate in the city's old wall, so in just a few
minutes they were outside of town and could see open
countryside ahead. The older boy broke the silence with a
laugh and slapped Yosef on the knee. "Shit! Your mistress
sure is a ball-breaker!"
The younger boy shrugged. "She's not so bad," he mumbled,
in half-hearted defense of his owner's wife. "And my
master very kind," he added with a bit more conviction.
His mistress could indeed be harsh. In fact, the only
times she mellowed in her dealings with the slave-boy were
the occasions when she took him to her bedroom and had him
pleasure her with his tongue. The boy grimaced at the
thought.
"So," said Yosef, changing the subject; "tell me about this
gathering at your master's villa that I'm to serve. Is it
an orgy in honor of the festival?" The boy was referring
to the week-long springtime festival of Floralia, which
ended the next day. At this period of Roman history,
Floralia was celebrated by guiltless sexual excess with
prostitutes of both sexes at raucous parties and orgies.
Britannicus chuckled. "No. Master doesn't need the excuse
of a festival to hold an orgy! He has this group of
aristocrats who get together each week to have their fill
of boy-sex. They call themselves boy-lovers and call their
group the Hadrianists... it has something to do with the
emperor who came before the one we have now. My master
seems to be the leader of the group, so the orgies are
often at his villa. He provides his personal harem of boys
for the enjoyment of the men and brings in a few rent-boys
for variety. Sometimes guests will also bring in a favorite
lad of their own to show off and share. And the best part
is that my master and his friends actually like to suck
boys' cocks, and even have slave-boys fuck them!"
"You're kidding, right?" said Yosef in utter disbelief. It
was perfectly normal for a Roman citizen to use a slave-boy
for sexual pleasure, and boy-brothels were quite common and
socially accepted. But for a citizen to take the
subservient role in sex, especially with a boy and even
more especially with a slave, was a significant breach of
social and moral standards.
"I swear to the gods that I'm speaking the truth," said the
older boy as he held his right hand over his heart. "So
you've never been sucked by a man, huh?"
"Why... I've never been sucked by anyone! Man or woman;
boy or girl. Never fucked anyone either."
"Then it's your lucky day, pal!" said Britannicus with a
sly expression.
"This job sounds really different from anything I've ever
done before," said Yosef, suddenly feeling anxious. "Will
you be serving at the orgy too, Britto?"
"Me? Nah!" Then he grinned, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Want to know why? Take a look." He pulled back on the
hem of his tunic, uncovering his crotch.
"Gods!" exclaimed Yosef. "You have a whopper!"
The teenager's prodigious organ hung down like a fat snake,
its broad cock-head protruding from the foreskin. A nest
of red hair adorned its base, and full balls dangled below.
"I had grown too mannish for serving duty when I was only
14. Master only uses young pretty ones like you when he
has his friends to an orgy." Then his voice lowered to a
stage-whisper. "But when he's by himself, and he summons
me to his quarters, things REALLY get interesting!
Sometimes he has me dress up as a centurion, and he gets
dressed as a.... Ah, there I go again, running my mouth
off when I shouldn't. But you get the point, eh?"
Yosef wasn't at all sure he got the point, but didn't
pursue the matter. "So how big does your cock get when
it's hard?" he asked.
"Stroke it a bit and find out."
Yosef reached over and wrapped his right hand around the
impressive dick. He moved the foreskin back and forth
across the cock-head and felt the organ pulsing with life,
quickly stiffening and rising up. In a few moments, Yosef
was holding an amazingly long erection in his hand. It was
smooth and gracefully shaped, curving up slightly toward
the teenager's belly.
"Wow!" said the youngster. "I can't remember the last time
I serviced a customer who had such a long boner!"
Britannicus brazenly slid his left hand up Yosef's inner
thigh, lifted his tunic, and felt the boy's youthful penis.
A brief manipulation brought it fully hard, standing up a
nicely-plump 4.5 inches [11cm].
"Well, now! Don't you have a handsome young cock!" said
Britannicus as he gently stroked the beautiful boy-boner.
"And no foreskin, eh? You're a Judean?"
"Yep," Yosef said casually, accustomed to people's
curiosity about his circumcised penis. He knew of his
heritage, but had no coherent memories of his traumatic
early childhood in the war-torn province of Judea. He had
been 5 years old when the great rebellion was finally put
down, and those Judeans who weren't slaughtered by Roman
soldiers had been sold into slavery throughout the Empire.
"So, do you turn a lot of tricks at your master's tavern?"
"Master says I make more money for him than any other boy
he's ever owned... and he's been almost 25 years in the
business!" The boy puffed out his chest in pride.
"Good with your mouth, are you?" asked Britannicus.
"I should say so!" Yosef boasted. He had been trained at
cock-sucking from a very young age, well before he was sold
to the tavern-keeper when he was 8 years old.
"You enjoy giving a good suck?"
Yosef thought for a moment. He didn't really dwell on
whether he liked or didn't like his duties as a slave.
Sucking customers' cocks in the tavern's back room had
become almost automatic, like washing the tables or
sweeping the floor. But then he thought about his daily
sexual service to his Master. That was different.
"Sure," he answered honestly. "When I fancy the man, or if
he's got a handsome and clean cock, I like it right good.
"I'll bet you'd have some fun tasting my cock, eh? We can
pull over up ahead and go into that grove of olive trees.
I'll even return the favor. I usually don't suck other
boys... unless Master tells me to, of course. But I like
you, kid, and it's cool that I'd be giving you your first.
So whatta you say?"
"I don't know," said the boy. "Master doesn't allow me to
do it for free. Wouldn't I be cheating him if I did?"
"Ha! You aren't at your tavern now, are you? And you can
do it for free if it's just for fun! Anyway, your master
won't know a thing, and you'll end up servicing the same
number of paying customers when you get back there; right?
And I'm no slouch at cock-sucking either. When I was your
age and serving at orgies, master's friends always told me
I gave the best blow-jobs they ever had."
"Well...." He was certainly tempted. As many times as
Yosef had sucked men's cocks over the years, he'd always
wondered what it would be like to receive a blow-job
himself.
Britannicus was now masturbating the boy's pre-pubescent
cock more briskly, with a wonderfully erotic touch,
building Yosef's desire and quickly breaking down his
reluctance. He began to squirm with pleasure from the
effect of the older boy's stroking hand.
"So how about it, kid? Want to suck each other?"
"OK," said Yosef with a grin, his eyes gleaming with the
excitement of forbidden sexual adventure.
Britannicus directed the cart onto a dirt path that led
into the roadside grove. Once out of sight behind the
olive trees, the two boys jumped down and pulled their
tunics off over their heads, leaving them completely naked,
both cocks still fully erect. The older boy posed, showing
off his slender but muscular physique and his awesome
erection for Yosef to admire. Then the younger boy posed
as well, putting his hands behind his head and moving his
body sensuously, as if he were in the back room at the
tavern, trying to tempt a customer to pay the extra money
for a fuck, rather than the cheaper suck or cheaper-yet
hand job.
Yosef's and Britto's bodies were a study in opposites.
Yosef was a head shorter, and his wavy black hair and
sensuous dark eyes contrasted with the older boy's unusual
red hair and pale blue eyes, and Yosef's tan Mediterranean
complexion with Britto's freckled whiteness.
"Lay down with me, boy. Let's have us some fun!" said the
older boy.
They tumbled onto the soft grass, and Yosef lay on his
back, continuing to pose erotically. Britto sat beside him
for a few moments, watching as Yosef lay with his arms
above his head, stretching and flexing his boyish body with
cat-like grace, effecting a wanton expression of raw
sexuality.
"Oh, gods! You surely ARE a pretty one!" said Britannicus.
"The men at the orgy will eat you up like a savory morsel
of food!"
Then they lay together, stroking and fondling each other's
naked bodies. Finally, Yosef grinned and said "are you
ready for me to give you a suck?"
"Sure!" answered the older boy enthusiastically. "Tell you
what... so we don't tarry too long, how about we suck each
other at the same time? I guess you've never done that
before, huh?"
The younger boy shook his head `no'.
"Here; I'll show you." Britannicus maneuvered Yosef's body
so they were both on their sides, facing in opposite
direction, torsos twisted slightly. With one hand
massaging Yosef's butt and the other toying with his penis
and ball-sack, the older boy captured the small erection
with his mouth. Britto's lips slid all the way down the
smooth shaft, and both boys groaned with pleasure. His
tongue swirled around the boyish rod as his head bobbed up
and down in eager sucking.
Yosef wrapped both his hands around Britto's long penis
shaft, one above the other, and there was still more than 2
inches [5cm] of cock showing. The boy's mouth devoured the
elegant dark-red glans, lapping around it with his tongue.
He had never before serviced a cock from this position, but
he relished the sensation, not least because he was being
sucked at the same time. As he shifted one hand to
Britto's plump balls and took more of the long cock into
his mouth, Yosef found that the angle allowed him to make
the pole slide more easily into his throat. In little more
than a minute, he was deep-throating almost the whole
length of the 10-inch [25cm] cock. Britannicus was clearly
delighted as well, as shivers of pleasure made his muscles
tense.
The two boys went at it with rutting urgency, each striving
to draw forth a powerful orgasm from the other. Lusty
guttural grunts and wet lip-smacking sounds came from both
boys' sucking mouths as they worked on each other. Both
were accomplished in the art, and in just a few minutes
they were climaxing almost simultaneously. Spurts of cum
filled Yosef's mouth, overflowing down his chin, as the
spasms of dry orgasm wracked his own body.
They lay back, temporarily exhausted, and Britannicus
pulled Yosef into his arms.
"You give a great suck, kid!" he said with a big grin.
"Did you like yours?"
"Yeah! It was incredible!" said Yosef dreamily. "But
shouldn't we being going to your master's villa?"
"You're right. I'll get a whipping from Darius if I get
you there late."
"Who is Darius?" asked the boy.
"He's the butler of the household... the overseer of the
house-slaves like me, and the procurer of rent-boys like
you. He used to be a slave himself, brought from Persia
when he was young, but he's free now. He's incredibly
knowledgeable about the sexual arts of the eastern lands,
and taught me a bunch of stuff when I first came to my
master's service. He's a pretty decent overseer... so long
as you don't screw up."
They were dressed and back on the road in no time, and
Britannicus flicked his whip at the donkeys to pick up
their pace.
"Britto... can I ask you a question? Are you really from
Britannia?" The island province was at the Empire's
farthest frontier, and was the subject of amazing stories
in the tavern from soldiers and traders who had been there.
"Nah! But that's where my ancestors were from. My Ma told
me that her mother's mother was brought from there as a
young slave-girl. Even back then, there was really good
money to be made selling red-headed slaves, so they kept
breeding her to red-haired studs. It's been that way ever
since... my great-grandma, my grandma, and Ma... red-haired
girls bred with red-haired stud-slaves. In fact, I've been
hired out for stud work myself, ever since I started
shooting spunk when I was 13... bedding up with slave
wenches at breeding farms hereabouts and fucking them as
many times as I can for a couple days when they're ripe.
Nice work, eh? I guess by now there are more than a few
red-head tykes out there as a result of my fuck-work. Last
time I was sent to the farm where I grew up, I had a second
go-round with a hot-blooded Hibernian barbarian wench who'd
been one of my first stud-fucks, and she had a toddler
clinging to her who had my same hair. He was naked as a
jay-bird, and his cock was as big as I've ever seen on a
youngster. Definitely the fruit of my seed!" he boasted
with a hearty laugh.
"Wow!" said Yosef. He was just beginning to appreciate the
sexual charms of girls, though he hadn't yet had a chance
to live out any of his fantasies.
They continued talking as they rode, trading stories and
experiences (with Yosef's nearly all confined to his life
as a server and prostitute at his master's tavern, or else
second-hand stories he'd heard from customers) until they
arrived at the villa of Britto's master. From the looks of
it, Yosef could tell that Lucius Flavius Lurco was
impressively wealthy. Britto had told him that quite a few
of Rome's aristocrats also had country homes in the nearby
countryside. While all of them had opulent houses in the
Imperial City as well, most preferred to be away from urban
Rome during the warm months, when the air stank from the
sewage in the gutters and diseases often ravaged citizens
of all social classes in the metropolis of over a million
residents.
Rather than going into the estate's main house, they rode
behind it to a nearby out-building with smoke wafting from
its chimney. Britto pointed to where the younger boy
should go and bade him a good day until they met again
later for the return trip. Hopping off the cart and
entering the building, Yosef confronted a swirl of
activity. To one side of the building's large main room
was a kitchen. Slaves of both sexes and a wide range of
ages cooked, prepared trays of food, and washed pots.
At the other side of the room, another important
preparation is under way. More than a dozen beautiful
naked boys, ranging in age from 8 to 14, were being washed
and primped by yet another group of busy slaves. Yosef was
immediately struck by the fact that nearly all of the naked
boys sported erect penises, even though they weren't
stroking themselves or engaging in sex play.
Standing in a big wooden wash-tub was an exquisite Gallic
boy around Yosef's age who was being scrubbed by two women
slaves wielding sponges. He held his arms above his head
passively, and his cock stood up nearly 5 stiff inches
[13cm] from his hairless crotch.
"That's enough for Carolus," said an older man supervising
the activity; "get Alexius in there." An 8-year-old
Spanish boy with wavy brown hair, whose erection was about
the size of Yosef's little finger, took his place.
Then the man noticed the new arrival. "About time you got
here. If that horn-dog Britannicus stopped along the way
and fucked you with that bludgeon growing out of his
crotch, he'll wish he was dead. Then come over here, boy,
and show me your asshole."
Yosef did as instructed, facing away from the overseer,
bending over, and pulling his ass-cheeks apart. The man
licked his finger and rubbed it against the boy's anus.
"Looks like he resisted the temptation," said the man.
"Flex it open." Yosef obediently complied, and the finger
slid in and probed at his rectum. "Good. Stand up and
face me," he said, wiping his finger on Yosef's tunic.
"My name is Darius. I'm the chief butler of this household
and your boss for this job. I was at your master's tavern
last night and watched you working. You acquitted yourself
quite professionally when men were fucking your ass at the
festival orgy. And you probably don't remember, but you
gave me an excellent suck. So I decided to hire you for
today's affair. You'll be a wine server and perform
whatever sexual service any guest suggests... nothing
unfamiliar for you, I gather." He reached out and fondled
Yosef's soft penis, bringing it quickly to erection. "I
don't imagine you've been trained in the ways of keeping
your penis stiff at all times. With your mind, that is,
not your fingers."
"No, sir."
"Well, no matter. It's nothing that can be learned in a
short time." He gestured toward the naked boys. "As you
can see, all of my master's catamites are adept at the
skill, but they've had years of training. The three you
see who are not erect are rent-boys like yourself. I will
tell you when to stiffen your cock with your fingers, and
thereafter you will try to keep it stiff if you can do it
discretely." Darius's own fingers continued fondling quite
indiscreetly. "My master and his friends like their boys
to maintain good strong erections, so that's what we
endeavor to provide. I won't expect you to have the
practiced skills of the boys I've trained... the sexual
combinations and such... but there are some rules."
Darius rattled off a series of instructions that Yosef
tried his best to remember. "And another thing," said the
man as he finished. "No eating of the food that's set out
unless a gentleman puts it in your mouth. When the event
is over, we'll dine on the leftovers. Master always has me
set out 10 times as much as is ever needed, and it will
likely the finest meal you've had in your life. Now, let's
see how clean you are."
Darius ran his fingers through Yosef's thick curly hair,
then put his face to it and sniffed. "You bathed recently."
"Yes, sir."
The man then raised the boy's arm and smelled his armpit.
"A good boy-scent. We won't wash it away completely. Now,
get in the tub next."
The attendants were just finishing with the 8-year-old's
sponge-bath. When Yosef stepped into the round wooden tub,
Darius spoke to the attendants.
"Keep his hair dry, and use soap only on his genitals, ass,
and feet. Just a water-scrub for the rest of him."
Two man-slaves walked up with buckets of warm water and
poured it over the boy's front and back. The two women
slaves got to work running sponges over every part of his
body, working up suds from bars of tallow soap to clean his
crotch, his anus, and his feet. They worked quickly, and
then two buckets of rinse water were poured over him.
Handed a towel and directed to the other part of the room,
Yosef joined a line of boys who were waiting to have
adornments and perfumes applied to them. When it was
Yosef's turn, Darius (who seemed to be everywhere at once)
directed that light-pink rouge be applied to Yosef's cheeks
and to the small nipples on his smooth chest. A subtle
blue shadow was applied to his eyelids, giving him a more
feminine look, and tiny flakes of pure gold were sprinkled
into his dark hair. Rose-scented perfume was applied
behind his ears, while an erotic scent of musk and spices
was dabbed at the base of his penis, behind his balls, and
along the cleft of his buttocks. Around him, other boys
were being variously adorned... some getting bright-red
polish applied to their fingernails and toenails; others
with jewelry on their wrists, upper-arms, necks, or ankles;
most receiving subtle make-up on their faces and nipples,
similar to Yosef's; and a couple bending over to have their
assholes beautified with pink rouge.
Eventually the 14 slave-boys, 10 of whom were the personal
harem of the villa's master, made their way to the main
building of the estate. They went through several richly
decorated rooms and into a large garden atrium at the
building's center, open to the sky and enclosed on all
sides by the building. Yosef gasped audibly at its
opulence. Exotic trees and flowering shrubs grew from
carefully-tended beds and planters. The atrium's flooring
consisted of intricate mosaic tile pictures (one showing
the god Jupiter being sexually serviced by three young
cupids), and there was a pool of water with a spraying
fountain at its center. Scattered about were skillfully
carved life-size marble statues, all of naked boys,
elevated on short pedestals and painted in realistic
hues... portrayed either individually and displaying
youthful erections, or as love-making pairs of boys engaged
in sucking or fucking. Arranged in a circle at the center
of the atrium were seven lounging couches, backless and
sloping up on one side, on which the host and his six
guests would soon be reclining on their sides...
accompanied by one or more boys. Large tables at the outer
edge of the atrium bore trays of exotic foods and ornate
silver goblets. Beneath the tables were amphorae (two-
handled storage jars) holding wine produced from the
villa's vineyards.
"Alright lads," said Darius as the group gathered around
him in the atrium; "they will be arriving any moment now.
Give all your effort to pleasing our master and his guests.
Those of you assigned to be `living statues'... get to it.
Servers to your stations." Then he turned to Yosef and the
three other hired-boys. "I expect no complaints about your
work and that no punishments will be required for any of
you. I'll be watching from that doorway over there. Now
get your cocks stiff and follow the lead of the other food
and wine servers."
The four boys, all fully nude, quickly masturbated their
youthful dicks to erection under Darius's watchful gaze.
Yosef typically worked naked at his master's tavern, and
customers often fondled him as he served their food and
drink, but this was the first time he'd ever been directed
to intentionally maintain an erection as he served.
Looking at all the sexy young boys around him, sporting
stiff boners that ranged from less than 3 inches [7.5cm] to
more than 5 [13cm], Yosef felt an erotic excitement that
kept his cock erect almost as effectively as his stroking
fingers.
Six of Lucius Flavius Lurco's slave-boys climbed atop short
marble pedestals to create sexual displays that were living
and moving versions of the marble statuary. Two of the
boys stood alone atop separate pedestals and began moving
in a sensual dance, sliding their hands erotically over
their bodies and pushing their hips forward to display
their erect penises. Another pair was engaged in a
"standing 69" atop a pedestal -- an 8-year-old boy being
held upside-down by a 14-year-old, sucking each other's
cocks. The final pair was fucking -- one boy leaning
forward with his hands resting on slightly bent knees, his
stiff cock and youthful balls bobbing and swaying as the
other boy penetrated his ass from behind in slow rhythmic
thrusts.
Yosef had only a moment to watch this display. Following
the lead of the other boys who had been assigned the job of
wine-serving, he went to the table holding goblets. The
silver cups were decorated with fine relief artwork,
portraying scenes of men and boys engaged in sexual
activity. Yosef marveled at the beauty of the
craftsmanship, and he smiled at the pornographic images.
[To see an example of such a goblet, now on display at the
British Museum, go here:
bajoelsignodelibra.blogspot.com/2007/05/warren-cup.html ]
As he filled two goblets from an amphora, Yosef asked a boy
who was one of the villa's house-slaves: "Where's the water
to dilute the wine?"
"We serve it full-strength at these orgies," said the other
boy, with a grin. "I guess they like to get plastered as
quickly as possible."
An aristocrat in his early 40s, Quintus Flavius Regulus by
name, strode confidently into the atrium, his eyes eagerly
scanning the array of boy-flesh. He was not dressed in the
typical Roman toga, but instead wore an unusual garment the
likes of which Yosef had never seen. It was a robe of pure
silk, held at the waist with a silk sash, that had been
brought from lands far to the east of the Empire by a
trading caravan underwritten by Lucius Flavius Lurco. As
each guest arrived at the villa, Lurco's servants assisted
them in donning the exotic robes, with nothing worn
underneath.
Several serving-boys moved toward Regulus with goblets of
wine and trays of food. The man looked at Yosef and
gestured for the boy to come to him, waving the others off.
Yosef approached, bowed his head respectfully, and offered
him one of the two silver goblets.
The man took the wine, and with his free hand reached out
and lifted Yosef's chin, inclining the boy's face up.
"You're a new one, aren't you?" said the man, as his eyes
scanned down the boy's body, and his hand moved from the
boy's chin, down along his chest and belly, and began to
fondle Yosef's half-erect penis, making it fully hard.
"Do you belong to Lurco, or are you a rented brothel-boy?"
"My master is a tavern-keeper in town, sir," said Yosef
softly.
"A tavern-boy, eh? I'd say you're far too pretty for such
base work. The gods intended for you to be a rich man's
plaything, like Lurco's band of beauties." Regulus took a
deep drink from the goblet, and some of it dribbled down
his chin as he swallowed. "Lick it off," he said, leaning
forward a bit.
Yosef was quick to obey, rising up on his toes and
extending his tongue to clean off the drops of wine. As
his tongue slid across the man's chin, Regulus lowered his
face and ran his own tongue against Yosef's, and then
snaked it into the boy's mouth. Yosef knew he should
respond in kind, and in a moment the two were engaged in
lascivious tongue-wrestling, while the aristocrat continued
to fondle the slave-boy's youthful erection. The exchange
was a bit awkward, as both of them were holding sizable
goblets of wine, but Regulus seemed pleased. His free hand
shifted from Yosef's penis to the boy's flawlessly-smooth
and shapely butt. When he broke the kiss and took another
big swallow of the strong wine, Regulus noticed the arrival
of another guest. A handsome aristocrat in his early 20s,
the new arrival paused hesitantly at the entrance to the
atrium as he shyly surveyed the scene.
Regulus called over to his fellow nobleman. "Appius Silus,
you young welp! Come over here."
"Greetings Quintus Regulus," said the younger man in a soft
voice as he approached. He was clearly a bit embarrassed,
blushing slightly.
"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, Silus," said
Regulus as they grasped each other's forearm in greeting.
"Little did I know that you were so utterly depraved as to
join our little group," he said in a cheerfully sarcastic
tone. "Old Lurco must have seduced you into his perverted
ways, just as he did with the rest of us. Have some wine."
Yosef had already stepped forward and was holding out the
second goblet to Appius Pompilius Silus, the son of an
immensely-wealthy senator. The young man drank several big
gulps to calm his nerves.
Yosef turned back to Regulus, expecting to be dismissed,
but the older man gestured the boy back to his side, and
his hand resumed its caressing of Yosef's ass.
"I didn't expect myself at such a gathering either!" said
the younger man, grinning sheepishly. "But you're right
that Lurco is a talented seducer. He invited me here
several times for private dinners... just him and me,
attended by those amazingly-sexy boys of his. After he
dulled my inhibitions with wine, and orchestrated his boys
in pleasuring me, I found myself... um, well... I...
uh...."
"Sucking a slave-boy's cock?" offered Regulus with a sly
smile. "Letting one of his young studs fuck your ass?"
Silus blushed an even deeper shade of red and nodded.
Yosef, overhearing the conversation, could hardly believe
his ears, even though Britto had described it exactly so.
"Ah, my friend," said Regulus with a laugh, clapping the
younger man's shoulder. "You're in good company with our
group of Hadrianists. If it was good enough for the
greatest emperor in our lifetimes to worship a boy so
completely, it's good enough for you and me. Lurco seduced
me to his ways exactly the same way as he did you... a
private orgy here in his villa, choreographed to erotic
perfection. I remember well that as soon as I got home,
still totally aroused by what I had done with his lads, I
summoned my sexiest house-boy and took him to my bed...
violating every sexual taboo imaginable... just as I'd always
fantasized!"
Silus relaxed, feeling more at ease with his decision to
join the Hadrianists. He quaffed some more wine and spoke
frankly to Regulus. "I do wish I had my own villa and
slaves. It's so restricting to still be living in my
father's houses and depending on him for money. Even now,
my favorite boy among my family's slaves is with my parents
at our place on the Island of Capri. I want so much to buy
my own boy. I'm sure I would start with a young Greek,
like Hadrian's lover Antinous; perhaps 12 years old... and
beautiful, of course," said the man excitedly. "A boy who
would be my clever companion during the day, and the
satisfier of every lustful desire at night."
Regulus smiled broadly. "That would be excellent! And when
you get your Antinous, you must bring him to our orgies, so
I can have a go at him." Then Regulus nudged Yosef toward
the younger man. "But here; play with this lad a bit,
Silus. Have a taste of his lips, and feel his wonderful
young cock and buttocks. He's a pretty one, isn't he?"
Regulus replaced Yosef with the closest available boy,
walking over to where an 11-year-old sensuously danced atop
a pedestal. Regulus reached up and played briefly with the
slave-boy's beautiful little erection and motioned for the
boy to climb down to serve him.
Silus surveyed Yosef for a moment, and then he grinned.
"Kiss me, boy," he said softly, setting his goblet down and
embracing Yosef gently.
Yosef reached up, wrapped his arms around the man's neck,
and brought his face up. He mad his expression look both
seductive and loving... eager for the man's kisses. Their
mouths came together, lips pressing softly at first. The
kiss quickly became more passionate as their tongues slid
together sloppily. The man's hands wandered over Yosef's
body with lustful intent, caressing his smooth back and
shapely butt. Silus moaned with passion as his hard cock
rubbed against Yosef, with only smooth silk separating skin
from skin. "I want you, boy. My mouth craves your cock,"
he whispered in Yosef's ear. "And I want your beautiful
lips around my phallus."
Yosef wasn't quite sure he'd heard the first part
correctly. `An aristocrat wants to suck my cock?' But the
second part was totally familiar. "Shall I suck you now,
sir?" he asked.
"Oh, gods; yes!" groaned the man.
Yosef dropped to his knees, parted the robe to reveal
Silus's erect cock, and took it deeply into his mouth,
sucking eagerly and skillfully.
"Uhhh... Silus," said Regulus, looking on with an amused
expression. "I hate to sound like a scold, but it is
standard protocol at these gatherings to await the arrival
of the other guests... and especially our host... before
undertaking that degree of enjoyment.
"Oh! Yes; of course!" said the young man, pushing Yosef's
face away from his crotch and bringing the folds of his
robe together.
By now, the other four guests were making their way into
the atrium. Three of them had brought their own slave-boys
walking beside their masters or a step behind. As the
newly arrived group came to the center of the atrium, Yosef
noticed that one of these lads, a red-headed 12-year-old,
bore a striking resemblance to Britannicus, and his erect
penis stood up an impressive 6 inches [15cm]. Yosef thought
to himself that Britto and this slave-boy must surely be
related. (And indeed, they were brothers... both of them
offspring of a wench owned by a local breeder and the stud
who was rented to service her whenever she was ready to be
bred again.)
The new arrivers all welcomed Silus to the group as warmly
as Regulus had, as they drank their wine and nibbled on an
array of exotic delicacies brought by the serving boys.
Each man now stood beside a naked boy, casually and
unabashedly caressing him... some of the men guiding their
boy's hand beneath the silk robe to fondle the man's cock.
And as they conversed, each aristocrat was also looking
around the atrium, noting the other pretty sex-slaves who
would be available for sampling during the course of the
orgy. The only thing that remained before the festivity
could begin in earnest was the arrival of the host.
"Welcome, Sons of Hadrian!" called out a portly, balding
man in his mid-50s. "Welcome to my garden of boy-beauty!"
Lurco made his grand entrance holding a goblet of wine in
one hand and two leather dog-leashes in the other. The
leashes were attached to collars around the necks of two
quite-young naked boys. The lads, both 7-year-olds, were
complete opposites in appearance – one a long-haired blond
with pale skin, brought from the barbarian regions of
Germany, and the other an ebony-skinned Nubian whose head
was shaved bald. Both had erect cocks... the white boy's
was barely more than 2 inches [5cm], but the African boy's
slender erection was surprisingly long for his age.
"Drink up, men, and have your goblets refilled," called out
Lurco, as he drained his own cup. He sat down on the
largest and most ornate of the upholstered couches and
perched the two little slave-boys on either side of his
ample lap, fondling both immature erections at once.
The six other men chugged down their wine, and each claimed
a couch on which to sit or recline with the boy they had
initially selected or brought with them. The serving boys
moved quickly to refill the cups and bring more food.
With well-rehearsed choreography, four of the `living
statues' climbed down from their pedestals and relocated
their display to the area at the center of the circled
couches. They were a range of ages... the 14-year-old and
8-year-old who had previously been sucking each other in a
standing 69, as well as a 10-year-old and a 12-year-old.
Several of the serving boys brought in cushions, a padded
ottoman, and a tray that held several ivory dildoes of
various sizes and a small ceramic bowl of oil that was kept
warm above a small flame.
The boys moved into position, quickly assembling a 4-way
sexual union. The little 8-year-old lay on his back on the
ottoman, pulling his legs straight up toward the sky. The
14-year-old spread some of the warm oil on his cock and
plunged it into the little boy's asshole. The 10-year-old
came from the other side, leaning forward so that his chest
was resting atop the younger lad's up-raised feet, and his
immature boner slid into the little boy's open mouth. The
14-year-old bent forward so that he and the 10-year-old
could lasciviously rub their tongues together as the older
boy was fucking and the younger one was getting a blow-job.
The 12-year-old, the final participant, knelt down behind
the 10-year-old and began rimming his asshole... and then
stood up to enter the boy in a standing fuck.
The boys moved with well-practiced precision... perfect young
boy-cocks slid at a steady tempo into perfect young boy-
butts. As the aristocrats watched the pornographic
performance, they became increasingly intimate with their
own boys. Some of the men were kissing their boys and
fondling their bodies. Others were already having their
cocks sucked. One had his boy laying in such a way that
the man could suck on the lad's toes, while drinking wine
and pausing for an occasional morsel of grilled ostrich
meat.
Yosef watched the display while reclining on a soft couch,
being spooned from behind. Silus's hand went from fondling
the boy's stiff cock to caressing Yosef's smooth slender
butt. "Mmmm... you have such a fuckable ass!" whispered
the handsome young man into the boy's ear. "Lick my
fingers so I can feel your hole." His hand came up to
Yosef's mouth, and the boy fellated the index finger, then
the index and middle fingers together, as if sucking a
cock. "Ah; nice! You know how to please me, boy," said
Silus, as his spit-slick fingers probed along the cleft of
the boy's buttocks and then worked their way into the
asshole, which the boy expertly flexed open to accept the
penetration. Yosef lifted and bent his leg up and forward,
positioning himself to be fucked comfortably from behind.
He rhythmically opened and closed his anal muscle on the
man's fingers, giving a sample of what Silus would
experience when his cock slid inside, and sighed with
pleasure that was partly feigned but also part-authentic.
Meanwhile, Lurco was being a gracious host, chatting
briefly with each guest and exchanging bawdy banter about
the four performers in the center and about the boys who
were sharing the couches. With the guests who had brought
their own slaves to share, Lurco was generous in praise of
the men's taste in boy-beauty, commenting that he was
particularly looking forward to sampling the red-headed
slave-boy with the big cock.
Lurco came finally to Silus. "And a special welcome to the
newest member of our group, Appius Silus! It is so nice
to have a man as young and virile as yourself who shares
our unspeakable perversions." (The other men responded
with laughter and shouts of "hear, hear!") "Perhaps I
neglected to mention to you," continued Lurco in a loud
voice, "that we have a little tradition in the
Hadrianists... an initiation ceremony to mark your first
orgy with us. I see you've picked out a hot young beauty
for your first boy. He'll be perfect to assist in your
initiation. Come with him to the center here and we'll get
started."
The boys who had been engaged in the 4-way fuck moved
quickly out of the way... though the 8-year-old was snagged
by one of the guests, joining the 11-year-old that the man
had originally chosen.
"Now, Silus," said Lurco with a chuckle; "you shall prove
yourself worthy of our decadent little group by performing
sexual acts that would scandalize our more inhibited
countrymen. I shall give the instructions, though I will
gladly accept suggestions from our other members about what
you shall be required to do, and with which boy or boys."
"Have him suck the boy's cock!" called out one man.
"Have that one fuck Silus from behind... while he rims the
asshole of my boy here!" said another.
"Take on four at once," said another to Silus. "One cock
in your mouth, one in your ass, and jacking a cock in each
hand!"
"I think Silus should have his bare ass spanked by a little
boy, just as I was for my initiation!" said Regulus.
The men all laughed, while Silus blushed with a combination
of embarrassment and excitement. All of the men, Silus
included, continued gulping at their wine.
"Patience!" bellowed Lurco. "Here's how we'll start. Silus,
you shall strip nude and come to the center. That's right,
show off that beautiful stiff cock of yours! The first
display of your devotion to boy-love shall be...."
To be continued.
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